If he still had his heart, he would scream at what's been done to her.
But he does not. So, he does not.
He looks at her like he doesn't know what to think of her.
He reaches out.
Tilts her chin upwards.
Examines one side of her face, then the other.
Undeath had done little to change her features.
Although her raven-black hair is starting to turn silver.
Her jade-green eyes now an icy blue.
Her gaze remains locked on him.
If he still had his heart…
Oh, if only.
"Find the armorer, my chosen knight."
If he still had his heart, he would remember, truly remember.